I have to be good today. I have to clean my house. I cannot sit in my pyjamas all day, drinking tea and making art. I can’t. I have to do laundry and wash the floors and find my bed under all the crap that is on top of it. I have to dust my shelves and do my dishes. I have to organise my wardrobes and attempt to make sense of my craft room.
I would rather be crafting, but today I have to be an adult. Which is boring and unfulfilling and doesn’t spark joy in me. But it will make me feel like less of a failure and perhaps enable me to get a fresh perspective on things. It is hard to be creative when your house looks like a tsunami has been through it and you’re embarrassed to have people over to visit. I don’t want to live that way.
So, no crafting for me this weekend, unless I get the cleaning out of the way early and can manage to fit in a few hours of happy creativity. I’m going to put the stereo on, get in the right frame of mind and clean. And tidy. And sort. And find my home again. My brain has been telling me I need to do that, and finally my heart has caught up and is in agreement. Begrudging agreement.
Here’s a little canvas I did a week or so ago. It will have to tide me over until I can make another. I was pretty pleased with it, to be honest. It came together really quickly and, although I hated it at first, it kinda grew on me. I’m hoping housework will do the same. It could happen, right?
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